Stupid Odin

If Tang Si were to crudely occupy and assimilate the Celtic world, it wouldn't be impossible, but the problem remains: karma!

As a transmigrator, his vision was destined to surpass the simple-mindedness of the Aesir gods.

Since there's a Celtic world, doesn't that imply that beyond the Void and Chaos Sea, there are other pantheons and worlds?

If the proximity of various worlds in this chaotic universe is similar to that of Europe on Earth, then Tang Si might have to face Sumerian, Roman, Greek, or Egyptian pantheons, or even the 72 demons of Solomon, all possibly existing within this chaotic universe.

Looking at the bigger picture, Tang Si shouldn't engage in excessive slaughter if he wants to conquer the Celtic world.

That's why, even now, Tang Si still pretends to respect the will of the Celtic world.

In the savage world, there isn't much justice.

There is only profit!

What best aligns with the interests of the Jinlun Jia world and the Aesir gods is Tang Si's top priority.

Tang Si and his subordinates continued to focus their attention on the Celtic 'Emerald Isle,' which, in reality, is about the size of Ireland on Earth.

If you don't have to participate in the war yourself, watching others fight as a spectator can be quite a thrilling experience.

In their vision, the coastline of the western and southern parts of the 'Emerald Isle' was jagged and undulating, with many natural harbors. Moreover, due to the high mountains in the north and south of the entire Emerald Isle, with only a plain in the middle, the battlefield was destined to be chosen early on.

Nowhere else had a battlefield large enough for the Chaos Giant Legion to deploy its forces.

Coincidentally, the 'Great Wall' previously built by the Danu gods was also located here, built along a north-south axis.

It must be admitted that Bres wasn't entirely useless. If his city walls had been completed, they could have significantly reduced the advantage of the Chaos Giants.

Unfortunately, this guy's methods were too crude. If he could have pacified the Danu gods with relatively gentle means to continue building the city, while also appeasing the Fomorians with tribute, and then turned his back on them when the city walls were completed, he might have actually succeeded.

It can only be said that it's a real shame.

However, having a stupid god-king as an opponent is definitely a blessing for the Aesir, and Tang Si wouldn't mind if all his opponents were like this.

The two armies were now deploying their formations on this land, about to engage in a life-and-death struggle.

It must be admitted that the Danu gods' city walls were still somewhat useful. The ten-meter-high walls allowed a considerable number of mortal god-servants to stand on top, holding exaggeratedly large longbows.

The truly fierce battle was destined to erupt in the southern plain area, unprotected by the city walls.

Here, there was a huge gap five kilometers long.

The Danu gods had no choice but to deploy their main force here.

Among them, the summoners summoned many stone golems and giant treants to act as meat shields in front of the battle line, while the middle row consisted of the Danu gods, led by Nuada of the Silver Arm, with a group of mortal god-servants forming a relatively solid battle line.

On the small hills in the back row, mages and longbowmen were stationed.

Those Fomorian giants, with water spheres surrounding their bodies and various strange mutations, began to attack. They unleashed earth-shattering roars, forming an offensive line like a wave, charging towards the Danu gods.

Their roars and the Danu gods' incantations washed over the eardrums of everyone on the battlefield.

The magic attacks of the divine mages, combined with the volleys of the great archers, effectively weakened the giants charging at the front.

These deep-sea giants, equipped with crude equipment, would still die if their vitals were hit by the longbows.

The large arrows, as long as a human arm, could indeed inflict damage on the giants.

However, long-range fire coverage was not enough to break the Fomorian giants' battle line.

Soon, the melee troops of both sides clashed fiercely.

Because the difference in size between the two sides was too great, it was difficult for the Danu gods to form a complete battle line. After a brief impact, a melee situation immediately formed.

The warriors of both sides crowded together, the giants' crude clubs and the Danu gods' light and sharp weapons filled all the space around their bodies.

Looking down from a high altitude, they were like two groups of army ants from different races, fighting frantically, devouring each other's lives with weapons and magic.

The Danu gods' forces were not small, and normally, they would have been more advantageous as the home team. After all, with the partial obstruction of the city walls, they could compress the Chaos Giants into a relatively small battlefield. This allowed their back-row attackers to calmly reap lives.

But, there was a bug-like existence on the opposite side: the deep-sea giant chieftain, Balor of the Evil Eye!

This guy was a true cyclops, and his height was already approaching the average height of the frost giants in the Jinlun Jia world.

The key was that on his large head, he had an extremely large eye, about the size of a carriage compartment.

Somewhat comically, there was a saddle-like thing on his back, with five humans clinging to it. These five human slaves frantically pulled several chains connected to his huge eyelids.

"One, two, three, pull—"

When they shouted the chant and finally pulled up Balor's eyelids, a thick, scarlet beam of light shot out from Balor's evil eye.

This scene looked very much like a laser cannon firing.

Relying on his height, Balor could cross over his giant subordinates and attack the front of the Danu gods without any obstacles.

In fact, when he approached, it wasn't that no Danu gods attacked him, but they were all resisted by his thick skin and tough muscles.

This evil eye light cannon hit Nuada directly.

The silver divine power shield rising from his body had just lit up for a moment, like a balloon being rushed into by flames, instantly emitting a bright light, and then bursting and exploding.

He instinctively raised his silver hand, but could only watch helplessly as his silver arm quickly melted in the opponent's scorching light cannon.

"Ahhh—"

Nuada, who flew out screaming, was actually relatively lucky. The warriors to his left and right were all turned into coke and vanished on the spot.

Nuada, who was completely unable to resist the evil eye's attack, was blasted away like this, even knocking over several rows of warriors behind him. His body tumbled horribly on the ground for an unknown number of times, and finally plowed the ground for a long distance before barely stopping.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" Beowulf rushed over, hugged Nuada, who only had his upper body left, and couldn't help but have tears in his eyes.

Nuada said with a mournful face: "I, I'm sorry everyone, I can't beat them, let's retreat quickly!"

After saying that, he handed the horn hanging on his back to Beowulf.

"Woo—woo woo—"

The sound of the horn blown in a unique rhythm represented a retreat.